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Prologue

I FLEX MY fingers, watching the dried blood shift aroundthe shit out of the but a table and two chairs I don’t kno the fuck I got into thisshit and I had no choice

That’s a lie

There was a choice

I made mine and I ended up here

The door swings open, and a suit walks in; his back toheatedly with someone on the other side of the door “I’ll handle it, Pulver,” he says, before shutting the door and thennothing He just stands there staring at the closed door His shoulders heave once, his headfrom side to side And then slowly, he turns

The corners of my lips lift, but drop when I see hiht that if I weren’t focused on hiaze shifts to the camera in the corner of the room It’s a split second movement, but one I understand He rolls up the sleeves on his crisp, white shirt and takes the only seat available on the other side of the table Resting on his forearms, he leans forward “Parker”

I smirk “Officer”

“Detective,” he corrects

“Who’d have thought,” I mumble

His features falter for a second, but only a second before his mask is back in place He looks down at the open folder in front of hie froaze “Kyler Parker?” he asks, but he already knoho I am

I nod once

His eyes fix on the cuffs digging intoout a breath with a huff, he leans to one side and shoves his hand in his pocket, revealing a set of keys

The second he re on the door

His eye roll makes me chuckle

Another suit, a fatter one, stands at the door with his eyes narrowed “Davis,” is all he says

“I said I’d handle it!” He stands up and walks to the door, then proceeds to forcefully shut it in fat-suit’s face

Once he’s settled back in his seat, he resumes his stance from earlier “You’re in a bit of a mess,” he states

I nod again

He pulls a picture from the folder, now settled in the nize him?”

Another nod

“You broke his jaw, his nose, busted a rib, and punctured his lung You also did soht eye They don’t know if it will have full functionality again” He raises an eyebrow “Was it worth it?”

I clearhis position